Illustrator
Back in middle school a nigga was kinda serving
Gun outline on my pants and that make them nervous
Hollows in his body that boy gone need a surgeon
Bitch i'm only 15 and i'm hot like a furnace
Nigga talking shit than he get wrapped like a turbine
In the streets but now we at a place that's suburban
Fuck them school classes man the streets had me learning
Killers in my hood man these niggas be purging
Bitch i keep it real i'm gone lie under oath
They say put guns down and gloves up but i do both
Bitch i hang with steppers cause we come from the roe
Toting big guns with big bullets that make big holes
Don't fuck ratchet bitches cause they doing the most
Was all up in an Acura but i want a ghost
We play with money while you playing with yo damn nose
If i ever get rich i ain't going back broke
I came up off my clients man shout out to y'all
I was serving all my homies through out the hall
Remember smoking weed in the boys bathroom stall
But now we cashing out when we go to the mall
I was broke ass hell i done been through it all
Ill always be myself man id hate to be y'all
My people still in cages man its been fuck da law
Seems like its an issue that just cannot be solved
I'm tryna be heard but they just wont listen
Haven't you heard them little girls went missing
It just occurred and no one is tripping
That shit is absurd that no ones convicted
I step and observe i hope to see Christmas
Main lesson i learned i gotta stay gripping
She get on my nerves she talk about children
They know it's my turn and that's why they tripping
Sipping on liquor i'm chugging tequila
Roll me da Zaza i'm blowing da reefa
Get hit with da Fafa you know i'ma demon
Applying the pressure we never receiving
Fuck yo lil lectures you know that i'm leaving
These niggas so pressed they see me achieving
I got em so stressed they think we competing
Hey mama i'm next you i'm conceited
See me spitting bars yeah yeah i'm a illustrator
Never worked this hard yeah yeah boy you been a hater
Reaching for the stars yeah yeah boy i'm chasing paper
Switch up on yo homies yeah yeah boy you been a traitor
Look out for my people without saying you owe me a favor
Really know the struggles homie family had no fucking papers
But they made a way i thank my people and my lord and savior
My homie out the penitentiary but he still on papers
I'm a laid back type of nigga yeah i got hella flavor
Bitch you know that we on go never gone stop chasing paper
My foot is on they throat we tote them cuetes not no fucking tasers
She really dig my vibe i'm not a rapper i'm a illustrator
Gun outline on my pants and that make them nervous
Hollows in his body that boy gone need a surgeon
Bitch i'm only 15 and i'm hot like a furnace
Nigga talking shit than he get wrapped like a turbine
In the streets but now we at a place that's suburban
Fuck them school classes man the streets had me learning
Killers in my hood man these niggas be purging
Bitch i keep it real i'm gone lie under oath
They say put guns down and gloves up but i do both
Bitch i hang with steppers cause we come from the roe
Toting big guns with big bullets that make big holes
Don't fuck ratchet bitches cause they doing the most
Was all up in an Acura but i want a ghost
We play with money while you playing with yo damn nose
If i ever get rich i ain't going back broke
I came up off my clients man shout out to y'all
I was serving all my homies through out the hall
Remember smoking weed in the boys bathroom stall
But now we cashing out when we go to the mall
I was broke ass hell i done been through it all
Ill always be myself man id hate to be y'all
My people still in cages man its been fuck da law
Seems like its an issue that just cannot be solved
I'm tryna be heard but they just wont listen
Haven't you heard them little girls went missing
It just occurred and no one is tripping
That shit is absurd that no ones convicted
I step and observe i hope to see Christmas
Main lesson i learned i gotta stay gripping
She get on my nerves she talk about children
They know it's my turn and that's why they tripping
Sipping on liquor i'm chugging tequila
Roll me da Zaza i'm blowing da reefa
Get hit with da Fafa you know i'ma demon
Applying the pressure we never receiving
Fuck yo lil lectures you know that i'm leaving
These niggas so pressed they see me achieving
I got em so stressed they think we competing
Hey mama i'm next you i'm conceited
See me spitting bars yeah yeah i'm a illustrator
Never worked this hard yeah yeah boy you been a hater
Reaching for the stars yeah yeah boy i'm chasing paper
Switch up on yo homies yeah yeah boy you been a traitor
Look out for my people without saying you owe me a favor
Really know the struggles homie family had no fucking papers
But they made a way i thank my people and my lord and savior
My homie out the penitentiary but he still on papers
I'm a laid back type of nigga yeah i got hella flavor
Bitch you know that we on go never gone stop chasing paper
My foot is on they throat we tote them cuetes not no fucking tasers
She really dig my vibe i'm not a rapper i'm a illustrator
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Writer(s): Richard Rivera
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